I feel as if i’m cursed
As if it’s a misfortune to love her
In this lifetime at least

How brave we must be to love each other.
It’s like
We were both north poles
Only meant to connect with south instead of each other
Opposites attract...right?
That’s how everything was supposed to be laid out…

But there have to be some similarities
Whether that similarity is music
Friends, family, hobbies, sports...
Or gender.

Would you really rather see two men holding weapons
Than hands?
Do you want to see the slits on wrists
When you tell them who they can’t kiss?

Just so you know
I'm a girl
I love a girl
And I’m okay with that
You should be too.

Maturity is monumental puzzle piece in person’s life
That single word distinguishes the difference between boys and men
Or even girls and women

Boys are stuck with a young mentality to only focus on things they want
Men know what they need and when they need it
While boys chase after ***, real men want passion

While a man is giving a gentle kiss to a woman
Boys are caressing the thighs of innocent girls

Whether you may believe it or not; girls may be more greedy than boys
Girls survive off of the wealth of others
Women go out and succeed themselves

Girls only care for themselves
While the women around them care for everyone else

And i stand here alone
Surrounded by girls and boys trying to grow up too fast

The things that they think make them seem more mature
Only aids them in keeping their adolescent title

The decision is lust or love
I, myself, prefer the latter

I can't write like I used to.
I've lost my spark, my fire
and now i’m left with ash.
I've lost my match,
my flare, and muse.
I ignored it for too long
the fire it made was big, passionate, and beautiful
but I let it turn to dust.
And since I lerk for my light
but no match will meet my satisfaction
no fire will ever be the same.

I’m burning the candle
But not at both ends
No, for in fact I have five
I’m like an old star
Ready to explode
Plain sick of being alive
Helping her and helping him
Ignoring myself for the sake of them
Some days I wonder
“Will I ever be true?”
When that day comes
Boy, will that feeling be new
It starts in my toes
Weary from walking
Igniting my fingers
Busy writing and talking
Then it gets to my head
As it makes its way down
Warming my heart
Burning my frown
I’m not saying that I want to die
But I’m spread so thin
I think “why shouldn’t I”

My room is cluttered with nothing in the right places
I feel like i don't have control over it
Though it's obvious i do.
Every time i pick something up,
I throw twice as much trash in its place

I never go into my room because that's where
I leave the unwanted.
But the moment i walk in...its overwhelming.
I don't sleep in my room because
Closing my eyes in its darkness
Terrifies me.
And its all my fault because i cause the mess

My family tells me to clean it up
And that no one would love me if im…
Such a mess
But its not that easy. I cant just
Organize it and rearrange it by myself
I need help
But everyone is scared because my room is a
Disaster zone

Im never happy sitting alone isolated in that box
The only way i'll clean it myself
Is if i get scolded into fear of loneliness
Even then
It will never meet expectations
And I'll just give up on changing

Hope and joy shines bright in my eyes
The newer my poetry was
The more deep it got
The more you could feel what I was feeling
They all used to be happy
But the poems weren’t good
Anger and depression was the reason for my poetic fire
I’m proud to say now my poetry is bad
Because I am no longer sad
Someone has entered my life to where
I do not have the ability to feel down
He has stolen my heart
But he can keep it
I never knew how to write happy uplifting poems
The best ones were deep
Feelings
So here is where I shall retire
Until I once again am let down by yet another person